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Miyamoto Takeda.

It'd been what felt like a lifetime since Giovanni had last seen her, so long ago. He had been a younger man then, less sure of himself and more easily swayed by his emotions. And she... she had been everything he wanted for a long, long time.

But alas, everything came crashing down at the hands of that Mew mission his mother sent Miyamoto on. Practically a fool's errand; a damn snipe hunt. She vanished into thin air, and Giovanni was convinced for a time that he would never see her again.

That didn't stop him from searching high and low for her, of course. More than one person had suggested he give up the chase. 'Miya is dead', they'd say, 'stop wasting your time!' But, stubborn and unmoving as the earth, Giovanni wasn't swayed by the talk.

Lead after lead after lead he followed, until finally all his efforts paid off (or so he hoped). Agents had reported seeing a woman who fit all the criteria for Miyamoto and per Giovanni's orders, swiftly had her brought directly to him.

And so, here they were. Giovanni stood just outside a circle of light; the lamp overhead shining solely on the woman sitting before him. She certainly looked like Miyamoto, but that meant little. Slowly, he paced around her, scrutinizing her with a hard stare.

Could this really be his missing Elite? His Miya? Truly, he hoped so.

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Viridian City.

When was the last time he was here? He must have only been half as high as he stands now, a mere child still clinging to the sleeves of his Father. Only vaguely does he recall sticking close at his Giovanni’s heels through the city streets, never allowed to stray too far or play with the other children...

Even now -- with total free reign on where he can go and how he should spend his time -- does Silver stay along the very same regimented path to the city Gym that he’d travelled as a child... As if by somehow straying too far he’d hear his father’s call from behind, or the panicked shouts of whomever was unfortunate enough to be his caretaker for the day.

It’s almost ridiculous how much of a hold upon him his old life still has, although he’d continually deny it until he ran short of breath whenever asked.

Still, he’s not here for sentimental reasons or for some goofy trip down memory lane. This particular youth is here to check on the state of the local Gym -- to ensure that it had fallen into the hands of someone worthy enough to hold the title of the Viridian Gym Leader... Someone completely unlike his fool of a father, he’d hope.

Unfortunately for him, his journey seems to be entirely in vain for the time being, for he finds the Gym doors shut tight. Hardly an unusual thing for it’s previous occupant -- and a troubling sign for the young man so eager to get inside. There’s a short, impatient huff as Silver readjusts his bag and turns on the spot to get a good look at his surroundings, unsure what to do with himself in the time being.

Who knows just how long he might be stuck here?